XII. Sharp as a Razor“Hmm?” Shocker said pressing on her earpiece.
I fumbled in my pocket, dug out my earpiece and joined the conversation.
“…on the satellite,” Ace was saying. “He just turned northwest. Maybe half a mile from you.”
The rain had abated drastically, only a sprinkle now. The boat's fan and engine were louder as a result. I pushed the rudder forward, steering us to the left, north, easing it back straight when I decided we were heading in the right direction.
“Ooh, I'm gonna get that piece of garbage,” Shocker growled. She banged her brass knuckles on the aluminum seat, Clack! Her black suit accentuated her muscular shoulders, which looked like softballs atop her freaky fit arms. She turned around. I couldn't see her eyes, only a dim outline of her features, but I knew, I
